This is a song about "Gime sex"

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Gime a second, busy cookin greens in the kitchen,

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Me and your mum had rough sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

And we havin' rough sex

Sweet, okay makes sense